Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.